Caitlin smiled at her older sister. “Nope. It’s been declared off limits since the younger Smolinsky brother fell off the ladder and dislocated his knee.” Meg sighed. “I know, but I keep hoping someone will brave the sheriff’s wrath and climb up the ladder and paint a heart with their initials in it, or better yet, propose marriage.” “Like Dan did for you?” Cait asked. Her sister stared into space. “I waited a long time to see my name painted up there in John Deere green. Never thought I would.” “Well, no one new up there yet. And definitely not Dad and Mary, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Meg shook her head at her sister while Cait centered the bookshelf she’d built for Meg and Dan’s nursery. Taking a step back, she eyeballed the piece and ran the tips of her fingers along the top of it. “It looks good, doesn’t it?” Meg slipped her arm around her younger sister and sighed.
